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My one truth.
That Is one thing is true in my world,
There is always art to be made, A poem to write ~
Often we even see artists sitting up till far past when there is ligh, our practice is one that had once been fueled by candlelight in the dead of night.
Our's are the type to Work until once again there is light in the sky. And those of us who truly wish to do this till we die.
Always feeling the need to have a pen, a brush, or a tablet in hand. Hours spent pouring love and heart into every work of art, to create a true original brand.
As a muse guids are hands, and Inspiration guids are hearts, There is always the want, Need and time to create art.
Mell's Oath"I will Always be Fare, just, and kind.
I will always Cherish my Mask,
For it is part of me, and it is part of my soul
I will Steal Maple Syrup, and share it with my fellow ninja,
I will never judge a person by there looks,
FOR WE ARE AL EQUAL."
True Maple looks at the young girl. She reaches out her hand hesitantly knowing the pain will come.
True Maple smiles seeing her fear kisses the palm of her hand, Making Leader role his eyes. True Maple pulled the small knife from his wrist guard and once again held the out reached hand the girl, who watched wide eyed as a small cut is made. she winces at the pain the cut is deep but not to deep, and it stings as blood poor from it.
Leader nods and True maple smile and places the mask in her bloody hand, staining the white, an back a deep red.Mell puts both her hands under the mask, and says just as she rehearsed: "I hear by Swear to serve as a Maple NINJA~!" True maple takes t
AngelAn Angel is the last person who will know he has wings.
Because if the Angel knew he had wings.
He would be tempted to do wrong,
or use them to get what he wanted.
And he would no longer be an angel.
So when you see an angel,
and you can see his wings,
keep it to yourself.
So he can stay an angel.
do not forget to Dream
If you Spend your hole life Dreaming instead of Doing, you have done nothing. And if you spend your life Working instead of dreaming, you have done even less.
The Trick it to find the right Balance Between the Dreams you have, And the work that must be done.
About my Muse~
She loves me~ he holds my hand and writes by my side.
She Shows me the way to go.
My Muse Loves me so~
no matter which hand i put my pen in she guides me to write, to draw, to Dream~
for in my right i hold the power to draw eyes,
and in my Left i hole Penmanship and Word~
She will guid my hand to draw,
She will guid my hands to Write
a Love story's
a history book
She will show me how to make my dream come alive on a page!~
Think on itI may be dyslexic, and have dyscalculia, but i find math to be almost romantic.
the reason i try so hard to understand it is that it has a Beauty to it that so few things in the word have.
I think Math is unaversal and beautiful.
it is the one thing that is the same in 'EVERY' Language, in ever country, All over the world.
no matter where you are 2+2 will always be 4
i know you think this is silly. but i find it Beautiful.
i find it truly amazing that
два Plus Zwei Equals four | Russian, German, and English.
Deux Plus δυο Equals 네 | French, Greek , and Korean
dois Plus dhá Equals čtyři | Portuguese, Irish, and Czech
2 Plus 2 Equals 4
No matter where you are~
And that is Beautiful.
To me Beauty is Something that every one see's and understands.
Beauty Is something we share with the world.
I feel the same way about love~
You know a heart and a heart can fall in love no matter
Jack and his familynot alone. Not Quiet.
Jack sits in his cave reading a book he found at a human library... or at least he was trying.
his 5 year old half demon son was reeking havoc in the house. Why did he want to have children again?
a frail human women, with long black hair, and hazel eyes walked up in a silk nighty. She sighed and pulled the book from her husbands face. "I can not do it dear... he is just to much... will you try and get him to calm down?" she pleaded with the Vampire like demon in front of her.
He sighed and marked his book and handed it to her. "Is ea" he answered and walked out of the room with a scowl. the women sighed in relief and plopped down on the lumpy couch.
"Da! Cume play wit meh!" the small boy with wings like a bat yelled excitedly in his half hearted Irish accent.
"Aon. Lad. Am do leaba" the Demon spoke in a deep calmed voice.
The boy hung his bottom lip out and acted as if he would cry. jack began to tap his foot. "Leaba! Anois!" he spoke sternly. the small boy growl
When that last snowflake falls,
Do you think he is sad?
Do you think he knows he is the last one?
When the winter comes to an end and the last snowflake looks to the ground, he know he is the last one to fall. He is told this when he is made. He then sits on the edge of a cloud waiting, watching his brothers and sisters fall to the ground.
It is rare but every billion snowflakes or so, one wishes not to fall.
'Suicide?' He thinks as he watches them all. He looks to the heavens, that are not far above him. "Why? Why do we live such short lives?" He receives no answer just the silence of winter. As it always is during the last snow, the only sound to be heard is children playing below.
Hours go by and the snowflake watches his brothers and sisters melting below. He knows his time is about to come, the time when the cloud he calls home will make him let go.
As he waits for his time to come, he sees the ground starting to show. He wished deeply at that moment he did not have to go, he w
Nature.We've overcomplicated life. We've compromised the natural order of things, and what's more we've gotten complacent. Theres a flow to it all, a set of rules nature follows, that works…it work's without us meddling. Our mind's may be our biggest adversary, it feeds our ego, our ego feed's our thoughts, our thoughts feed our actions, and we act like we're superior to nature, when in actuality we are also, nature. We try and figure things out, we conclude answer's that we accept undoubtedly as truth, and this from the people who once thought with all sincerity that the world was flat––it's true until it isn't, that's how it works; which means that there's a heavy chance all we believe to be true, might not be. Why the need to know all, why the need for superiority and detachment from every other living species (over 8 million species, not the amount of them, just the amount of groups of entities we've managed to track, take in mind the ocean is pretty much a big question
Holocaust Reflection : Reflection on UsVisiting the Holocaust Museum is a difficult subject, especially in Israel. Unlike many museums which are houses of a people's history and triumph, this museum is a walk through a people's history and suffering. The Holocaust stands as a mark of identity for modern-day Jews just as World War II stands as a mark of identity for most Westerners of the past three generations (born 1910-1995).
We are now moving into the third and fourth generations past the Holocaust and WWII, where things such as “Nazi” and “Communist” and people such as Hitler and Stalin have become more of a byword than a warning for future generations. Many people are all too likely to associate government actions with the Nazi party and many people are just as ready to roll their eyes.
When visiting Yad Vashem (the site of the Museum) I entered with a reverent and somber silence, in my mind befitting such a chapter of our human history. I found it odd, then, to find teenagers in there laughing,
Alexander the FakeEver heard of Alexander the Great?
Do you believe he is real, that he existed and did all things we have been told he did? Of course you do. It is in our history books, so it must've really happened.
Alexander the Great ruled in the 300's BC. We know a great deal about him based on written documents giving us historical accounts of his life and deeds. Did you know though, that the only surviving documents of these historical accounts were written 300 or more years after Alexander the Great lived? Yet we trust these documents and the older sources they cite, even though we do not have those older sources available to confirm what is written.
Now what about Jesus? I know many people who do not believe He existed. Yet we have historical documents, both those of the Bible and those unrelated to the Bible that give us accounts of Jesus.
The Biblical documents were written as early as 30 years after the death of Jesus! And non-Bi
Was ist nur los mit mir?
Warum bin ich alleine?
Warum fing ich an den Schmerz zu lieben?
Die Welt da draussen wird schwarz
sie lassen mich nicht rein
was ich auch tue
es nützt nichts!
Ich muss sie ertragen
die Kälte der Einsamkeit
nie fühlte ich mich so verstossen
Noch seh ich den Sinn nicht darin
warum all diese Entäuschungen
all diese falsche Freundlichkeit
was ist los mit dieser Welt?
Bin ich es??
Ich atme tief ein
und schlucke die Qual,
ich möchte blühen wie eine Blume
doch nehmen sie mir das Licht
ich ersticke an meiner Fröhlichkeit!
Was soll ich glücklich sein
wenn es keinen gibt
mit dem ich das Glück teilen kann
ich will es nicht behaltet es!
Wenn ich doch nur
meine Augen schliessen könnte
und mich einfach nur
in Luft auflösen könnte!
Nie mehr diese Trauer ertragen zu müssen
würde ich mir wünschen!
Doch leider bin ich hier
und ertrage nüchtern
Ortogrrafiallo soi huna persona ha la que no le inporta la ortogrrafia. la berdad es que todo esto me da iwal. Pero aunasi escrívo. i eso me da confiánza. Sí llo no hintentara escrivír, no mejoraria nada y no aprrenderia de mis erores. Poreso, yo qué, no temgo ni idéa. Te animo ha tí tan bien a escrivir i intentar mejorar cadadia. Enserio, a mi la ortografia me da igual. Lo que llo quiero es trasmitir lo que llo siento. Que voi a querer sino?
Ay gente qué por mucha vuena letra o ortografía que tenga, se cultivan tanpoco qué luego no saben espresarse. Y es muy triste, la verdad. Yo poco a poco noto que la gente me toma mas enserio, aun que por dentro soy la misma persona. Y sinceramente, me siento mucho mejor.
Se que suena como un discursiyo de estos de profesor, pero es verdad. Lentamente me doy cuenta de mis errores y los corrijo. Casi sin darme cuenta. Y aunque sigo sin atreberme a escribir párrafos muy largos, veo que
Similarly DifferentSimilarities and difference's are both important in their own ways.
If every picture were drawn in the same way; Every song, one instrument, one note; Every story exactly the same as the one before it.
Would you still be able to enjoy the artworks you see? The music you hear? The story's you read?
I love being an artist. Love that there are other people out there who share my interest.
But I also love that none of them are exactly like me. That there are so many people out there with their own style, their own stories to tell, their own sound to make.
Similarities bring us together, difference's keep us there <3
Maybe I'm wrong, but maybe I'm right. Either way, that's just how I think <3
Konturenloser FeindIn deinen Augen kollidiert die Welt
Etwas in dir hat sich verabschiedet
In deinen Gedanken teilen sich Ozeane
In einer Welt ohne Gewissen kommst du zurecht
Und bist der Namenlose unter dem Geschrei
startest ein Aufruhr
aufgebraucht, betrogen und getreten
weigernd klein beizugeben
Und irgendjemand muss dir helfen
dieses Tier in dir zu zähmen
Menschen reden und stehlen
deine Seele und Stolz
unfehlbares bares Kapital
In deinem Herzen stehst du unter Beschuss
während wir unter den Toten schlafen
kämpfst du verbittert um den bitteren letzten Atemzug
und der schwarze Himmel wird brennen.
Opinions - the standThe world is full of opinions, so people tend to think there's dose not matter.
they think, i am one grain of sand in the Desert
you have to believe in your voice and opinion!
you may only be one grain of sand, but if you move you could cause ever other grain to move slide or fall as-well
ever thing you do matters what you think of your world, are world, it Counts.
To believe in your self is to believe in other.
What do you believe?
Where is your voice?!
Can your life be tasted?
in your cooking?
Can the love, hate, sadness, and fear be seen?
in your art?!
Can your heart, your mind, or you life be read?
in a story book or on a page?
do you Have an idol, a hero, or some one you just look up to?
When the people fear their government, there is tyranny.
When the government fears its people there is Liberty.
Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it.'
Franklin D. Roosevelt:
the Only Thing We Have to Fear Is F
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